Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

England Has Become A Squalid, Uncomfortable, Ugly Place ... An Intolerant, Racist, Homophobic, Narrow-minded, Authoritarian, Rat-hole Run By Vicious, Suburban-minded, Materialistic Philistines.

I Don't Want To Be Loved. I Want To Be Desired. Love Is Safety, But Desire Is Foul.

Soon We Will Be Strangers. No, We Can Never Be That. Hurting Someone Is An Act Of Reluctant Intimacy. We Will Be Dangerous Acquaintances With A History.

You Don't Stop Loving Someone Just Because You Hate Them.

I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of Therapy In The Sense That There Are Things You Need To Say And You Say Them, And Better Out Than In.